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Subject: {ASSM} Respect 8 (Final Chapter) by Rachael Ross (M/F, Cheat, Pregnant, Group)
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Respect 8
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Story Codes: M+/F+ Cheat, Pregnant, Group, BDSM

Note: This is the last chapter. If you've made it this far, I
appreciate your patience and apologize for a lot of different things
lol ...But it was a good learning experience and I'm grateful for all
the invaluable feedback I received. Thanks. -rr

Respect 8
By rache

The bedroom really was just a bedroom. A large one to be sure and
nicely furnished, but in essence like any master bedroom you could
imagine. Except that I didn't usually imagine my husband fucking a
Girl Scout in my bedroom at home.

The room was what they called the 'Safe Room' or the 'Haven'
sometimes, but usually just the bedroom, and it was the one room inside
the club where Master/slave rules were waived completely. There were no
scenes allowed, not even by mutual consent. It was most often used by
couples or Unions as they were called, to resolve any problems that
might have arisen from misunderstanding or disagreement. It was a
meeting place of equals in a club that otherwise recognized equality on
purely an abstract level. It said as much for the club's selection
process as the quality of its membership that the room was only rarely
required for its original intent.

Jack was on his back with Lisa straddling his hips, my husband's hard
penis pushed deeply inside the girl's pussy. He was naked completely,
and flushed with the excited effort of fucking her and I felt a
momentary stab of jealousy. It had been a very long time since he'd
taken me that way and I thought I could feel the emptiness between my
thighs.

Lisa was still dressed, although looking rather disheveled as her
blouse hung open and loose, her skirt bunched around her waist, and her
knee high socks askew around her ankles. She was noisy, groaning and
urging the men on. Paul, was behind her, pushing his large cock into
Lisa's ass, giving the girl a double penetration that I'd only
heard about really, and never imagined I'd actually witness.

The girl was sandwiched between the two handsome men, kissing my
husband occasionally, but mostly just tilting her youthful pretty face
towards the mirrored ceiling and crying out. I didn't even want to
think about trying to take Paul's cock in my ass, my husband was a
good size for it, but Paul...I gave a small shudder and watched with
rapt attention. Lisa was plainly enjoying it, and even trying to push
herself back on the two men as she was stretched to the limit I was
sure.

We were all in the bedroom, Angela and I, with Charli and Charles,
watching our husbands and pet. They knew we were there, of course and
all three of the people on the bed had looked at us, however briefly
and offered smiles and grunted gasping words of greeting. My husband
especially was watching me, pressing into my namesake with his cock,
fucking her while he watched me. Another punishment, perhaps, or was he
thinking of me that way? I liked to imagine he was missing me right
then, and wishing it were me instead of that other girl he was fucking.
But I couldn't know.

"Do you need a little something, dear?" Charli was whispering to
her husband, rubbing the bulge in his trousers.

I'd sat down in a plush Queen Ann chair, turning it slightly to get a
better view, and Angela had sat down on the carpet between my legs,
rubbing my thighs gently. The jealousy had passed, and that was as sure
a sign as any that I was changing, or already changed I suppose. My
husband was fucking another woman and it made me feel...I don't know,
confused, a little. Mostly because I thought I'd be angry or
something, but I wasn't. I wasn't ecstatic either, by any means, it
was more acceptance really. I even found myself enjoying it because
they were so beautiful like that and it was an exciting penetration.
This was new for me, once again and like so many other experiences
I'd had so quickly.

"Would you mind, Lisa?" Charli was looking down at me, standing
next to her husband and they were both smiling. "I think he's
wanted you all night."

I blinked at them and I think I even blushed for a moment as the
woman's words caught me by surprise. They shouldn't have though,
not after everything else. This was casual sex, the very definition of
it and I'd entered the place willingly, side-by-side with my husband.
Why should I be surprised that Charles wanted me and even more, he and
his wife had no reluctance asking me if I'd be willing.

"Go for it." Angela giggled and gave my thigh a little slap.

"Uh, okay." I swallowed, glancing at my husband and thinking he
couldn't really object, could he? It was all rather surreal.

I didn't even have to move, Charles just wanted me to suck his cock,
that was all and he was tall enough that all I had to do was lean
forward a little, not very much at all. Angela moved to the side and
Charli was unzipping her husband's pants, pulling his large semi-hard
cock free and stroking it in front of my face.

"Go on..." Charli breathed. "...suck him for me..." She was as
excited as any of us, I realized, and I felt the heat rising inside me.
Having a woman I barely knew feed me her husband's penis was beyond
anything life had prepared me for.

I kissed the tip and then parted my lips, allowing Charli to rub her
husband's cockhead around my mouth, teasing me with it. Angela's
hand had crept between my legs, insisting that I spread them as much as
I was able to she could play with my latex covered sex. I felt
Charli's right hand on the back of my head, not pushing, just
caressing me, holding me in place while I licked and kissed at the
penis in front of me.

"Kiss my balls, warm them up for me..." Charles said, and then
Charli did give me a little pull, bringing my mouth down to his soft
sack while she rubbed the length of his penis over my face.

He wasn't overly large, not like Paul, and his cock looked much the
same as my husband's in size and shape. He tasted different however,
his skin as I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, washing them
modestly and taking my time. He smelled different as well, and not
unpleasant at all. It was a sweet smell, vaguely feminine, but he
wasn't anything but a real man. All of them were, Charles, Paul, and
my husband. They shared that same quality of knowing what they wanted
and not being afraid to get it. Charles was simply more subtle than the
others, Paul the impetuous and aggressive, and my husband somewhere in
the middle I suspected. It was aspect of human nature I'd never
appreciated before.

"Mmm...That's good...good girl..." Charles murmured and I glanced
up, showing him my eyes as his cock throbbed against my cheek.

"She's so beautiful." Charli agreed. "I love watching her suck
your cock." She kissed her husband deeply as I took his cockhead in
my mouth finally.

Angela was rubbing me all the while as well, and it was making me feel
good. I was moving my ass, just a little, pressing myself to her
fingers as she rubbed me through the thin material covering my sex. It
was such a tease like that and I'd learned to love and hate the
outfit my husband had bought. It allowed pleasure without direct
contact or penetration, and it was bringing my lust to a boil.

I moved my mouth up and down Charles' cock, and Charli was my hand,
holding him steady and pumping him in time with my lips until I was
ready to take all of him. I pushed myself down easily, feeling his
swollen member filling me and then pressing for entrance to my throat.
I swallowed around him, holding myself open so that the head pushed
into the confines of my throat and it was a perfect fit, much as my
husband's cock always seemed to be.

"Ohhh...yes....that's it, honey..." Charles pushed out with his
hips a little, but he was already as far inside my hungry mouth as he
was going to get.

"God, that looks so hot...Hold him there, Lisa..." Charli breathed,
pressing against the back of my head, keeping her husband's cock in
my throat while I held my breath as long as I could.

"I'm going to cum...Uh fuck..." I was vaguely aware of my
husband's voice coming from the bed, but I could see nothing of
course. My nose was in Charles' pubic hair, his balls against my
chin.

"Not yet...Uhhh please...naaah...not yet..." Lisa was begging
loudly, wanting my husband to wait while Paul continued to fuck her ass
hard. She wanted them to cum together I think, or maybe she was just
really close herself, but it had seemed like she'd been cumming
non-stop since before we'd entered the room.

Angela was kissing my thigh, biting me through the rubbery material,
and rubbing my cunt hard. I was wet and puffy down there, my sex
contracting with little spasms of desire. I rocked my hips and held my
tummy, massaging the great round swell of my body as I pulled my mouth
slowly off Charles' cock, drinking cool air as spit and precum fell
from my lips, falling on my stomach and I spread the wetness with my
fingers.

"Almost there...Ugh...yeah...fuck it baby...make me cum..." Paul
was grunting now as well, pumping the girl sandwiched between him and
my husband. They were all close and it was almost impossible to
distinguish their passionate moans of pleasure.

I returned to the penis in front of me, Charli helping me with her
hands, working my mouth into an easy rhythm, up and down while my
tongue worked the underside of Charles' cock. I sucked him hard,
making loud wet noises as the seal of my lips was broken every few
seconds. I swallowed the juices filling my mouth quickly. My husband
was cumming, he was groaning loudly and Lisa was giving high pitched
yelps as she joined him. A moment later Paul told everyone that he was
cumming as well, filling the girl's ass with his semen.

The sounds filled my ears, even as the taste and smell and texture of
Charles and his wife filled my other senses. I was pressing myself
against Angela's fingers, feeling my own orgasm impending. My body
burned inside and out, my lungs labored and my baby kicked in protest
as I shook with pleasure. I felt Charli's fingers digging in my hair,
the knot that I'd pinned up coming loose and undone. She held my head
steady and pulled her husband's cock from my lips, stroking him
quickly while he moaned encouragement.

He was close, Charles was going to cum and his wife jerked him off over
my open mouth. I was lost to anything but that desire to taste him, to
feel his hot cum washing over my skin. I was fucking myself against
Angela's hand while she bit my thigh almost painfully. I was dimly
aware of her own whimpering beneath me and I understood that she'd
been rubbing her own sex in time with mine, bringing us both to climax
together.

"Ugh...here...it...cums!" Charles' groaned, arching his back
slightly as Charli's hand moved quickly up and down his glistening
wet shaft. She was breathing hard and gave a sudden gasp of delight
when her husband's cock seemed to contract for just a split second
and then expand in the woman's hand. Heavy spurts of milky semen flew
from the tip, three or four jets in rapid succession laying thin white
lines of sperm across my cheeks and nose and mouth, all the way to
forehead. Some went in my eye with a slight burning sensation, but
barely noticed as Charli brought my mouth to her husband's cock once
more.

I was cumming, even as I took Charles' ejaculating penis in my mouth,
sucking and tasting his cum as it filled my mouth. I was shuddering and
moaning, clutching my tummy as Angela brought my charged clit to
screaming life. It was all too sensitive suddenly, as if struck by
lightning and I jerked my body like I might get away, but that was a
myth. I was lost in it completely, nursing on the cock in my mouth
instinctively while my senses were overwhelmed with the pure physical
joy of my orgasm.

Angela too was cumming I think, and perhaps even Charli, who was
kissing her husband even as she milked his penis for every drop of
sperm. It was all wildly wicked and delicious and I'd swallowed some
of Charles' sperm, but I'd had sense enough to save some as well,
and as I was coming down from that glorious high Angela had given me,
she was there, embracing me and accepting my spermy kiss.

"That was good." Charles said in his understated fashion. "Really
good."

"I could tell." Charli giggled and they stood there watching as
Angela licked my face clean.

"Three times isn't enough?" I heard my husband's happily
teasing voice, but he did sound a little worn out.

"Awww...There's still a little life here!" Lisa was sucking my
husband's cock, trying to coax another erection out of him. At the
same time she stroked Paul's flaccid cock, glancing at it
expectantly. The two men were lying side by side on the bed, making
faces and it was sort of cute.

"We better take her home." Charles laughed and his wife nodded.

"Come on, Pet...before you break something." Charli slapped her
thigh as if she was calling a dog and Lisa just laughed, pulling her
mouth away from Jack's penis with a soft wet plop.

"See you guys later." She kissed them both and slipped off the bed,
joining her two owners with kisses and hugs as they left the room,
closing the door behind them with a loud snick.

"You think this is a good time?" I asked Angela quietly and she
shrugged.

"Maybe. They're relaxed anyway." She giggled, but it was a
nervous sound.

"What are you two whispering about?" Paul asked with a good natured
smile.

"If they want sex..." My husband sighed theatrically, "Call me
next week. Jesus that girl was crazy."

"No shit." Paul nodded and it was clear that our husband's had
taken a friendly liking to each other.

I could almost put my worries behind me, all the uncertainties and
fears I'd been contemplating for much too long. I had to tell the two
men about my baby and who the father was, and that made me nervous, but
after going through what I had with Angela, after hearing her story, my
own pain and doubts seemed much less than I'd made them out to be.
I'd suffered with guilt and remorse and begged forgiveness for seven
months. Angela had suffered much worse since she'd been sixteen.
Compared to that, this was going to be easy, I thought, however it
turned out.

But I was still scared as hell.

"I uh, I have to tell you guys something." I said, standing slowly
and leaving Angela to sit on the floor behind me as I approached the
bed.

"Okay." My husband shrugged. "Both of us?"

"Yeah." I swallowed hard and looked down, the way I was accustomed
to, but I didn't want that. I forced myself to look at them, taking a
ragged breath.

"It's okay." Angela said softly, reminding me that I wasn't
alone.

"It's about my baby...ummm..." I touched my stomach, feeling
myself still hot inside.

"Alright." My husband said slowly, sitting up a little.

"Paul..." I glanced at him and found it to be more than a glance, I
couldn't look away. "Paul's the father of my baby."

"Wha..." My husband started.

"He's the man I had sex with." I looked at my husband and this
time I did lower my eyes, looking down at my swollen tummy, stroking it
with my fingers. "It's his child."

"Are you sure?" Paul asked, like he couldn't believe me for some
reason.

"Shut-up, Paul." Angela said loudly.

"You think she's lying?" My husband said it sarcastically, like
he couldn't believe Paul would ask a question like that.

"No, I just..." he looked at my husband. "I'm sorry, man.
I...she was just a girl, you know?"

"Don't even say it." My husband was getting up.

"I asked her to suck my dick and..."

"Paul!" Angela practically yelled at him.

"I don't want to know, okay?" My husband turned his back to the
man, taking a deep breath.

I just stood there watching and listening. Paul had asked me to suck
his dick? I sort of blinked at that, I hadn't remembered that at all.
In fact I remembered very little of anything except when he'd put his
cock inside me, and then later when he'd filled my womb with sperm.
Everything else was a blur, really, like a barely remembered dream, if
even that. If someone had asked me if I'd ever sucked a cock before
my husband had made me do it I'd have said no, but Paul remembered
it. He couldn't remember my name, but he'd remembered the sex, all
of it. I'd remembered only him.

"I'm giving my baby up, to Angela." I said, looking at my husband
and then at Paul. "And you. It's your baby and it needs a mother. I
can't do it and I asked Angela if she'd adopt it."

My husband looked at me then and he was frowning and his eyes were
dark. I doubt he was really hearing anything except that I'd forced
him to confront the man who'd fucked me. He'd been happy not
knowing who it was, just focusing on me and my choice in the matter, my
infidelity. I think he didn't really want anyone else to blame, or
maybe it was just easier for him to avoid any comparison that might add
insult to his injury, I didn't know. He had nothing to be ashamed of,
I only wished Jack would understand that much. And if he knew about
Angela, what she'd gone through, I think it would have changed his
perspective as well. Maybe not a lot, but just a little, just a start
maybe.

"I told her everything, Paul." Angela said. "About me."

"Well, I wish someone would tell me." Jack said. "You've known
this is the guy all night?" I nodded. "And you, you fucked my wife
and then you got the balls to talk about swapping? You think if I fuck
your wife it makes everything okay? No big fucking deal?"

"Jack." I sighed, wanting to go to him, but afraid he'd reject me
entirely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't...I didn't know you guys, she..." Paul
shrugged, looking very sorry. "...it was one of those things. I
didn't know she wasn't protected. I thought it was a fantasy or
something, you know?"

"A fantasy?" Angela laughed. "She told you she wasn't protected
and you did it anyway?"

"We get a lot of strange women at the clinic, you know that..."
Paul really had no good excuse. "I mean these are women who want to
castrate their husbands, they're crazy anyway." He glanced at me.
"I tried to talk you out of it, remember?"

I was cringing with every word Paul uttered. I'd dug my hole and he
was throwing the dirt on top of me. I felt like I'd just wasted seven
months and gone all the way back to the beginning again. It was like
I'd just told my husband I'd cheated on him, d�j� vu all over
again. My heart felt like it was breaking, seeing Jack so unhappy, his
eyes dark and accusing. He was remembering everything, I thought,
recalling every detail of what I'd done and thought of doing.

"Paul, I swear, just be quiet." Angela was up, coming over to give
me a hug. "She was 20 years old, just a kid. She didn't know what
she was doing, you're the one, Paul. It's always you. Don't you
think life happens when you're not around?"

"Look she told me she never got laid, alright? She needed it." Paul
looked at my husband. "How often did you fuck her, before she got
pregnant?"

"That's not the point..." Jack protested.

"Answer the question, how many times?" Paul persisted.

"It doesn't matter." Angela told her husband. It isn't gonna
make what you did to her okay."

"Shut-up, Angela. Answer the question, Jack." Paul had a point to
make and my husband was realizing it.

"Couple times a month." He said quietly, but then his voice grew
strong again. "But she's my wife, I seem to remember a wedding and
some vows. Ring any bells? I didn't promise I'd fuck her silly, I
promised to remain faithful, just like she did."

"A couple times a month?" Paul held out his hands like the rest of
what my husband had said didn't matter. "And you blame her for
being easy? Get a grip, man, you're wife is fucking hot!"

"She cheated on me!" My husband almost shouted, taking a step
towards the bed. "On me. I didn't fuck somebody else. She fucked
you."

"Jack..." I said weakly, but he just waved at me.

"I work ten hours a day putting food on the table. We have a
beautiful house, a great car, a fucking piano in the den. I hate the
piano! But she wanted one. And what do I get? Castrated because I'm
tired?" My husband glared at me.

"I don't think she was very serious about that." Paul said.

"Easy for you to say, pal, it wasn't your balls on the chopping
block." My husband shook his head. "Every guy I know told me to
dump her. Every fuckin' one of them, half their wives too." He
smiled at me. "Yeah, that's right, your old friends? They think I
ought to divorce you."

"So why didn't you?" I asked, closing my eyes for a second. This
was all hurting me much more than I'd expected.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to see if
you'd ever get tired of being ass fucked."

I started crying then, it was wrecking me, everything he was saying. I
had to sit down before I fell down, and Angela helped me to the chair.

"Dude, you don't mean that." Paul said. "I've seen how you
look at her."

"Yeah? And you're the knight in shining armor now." My husband
laughed. "You fucked her silly and forgot all about her. Like you
give a shit about anyone. Ever heard of malpractice, doctor?"

"Yeah." Paul nodded. "You ever heard of people making a mistake?
Of apologizing and meaning it? Ever heard of compassion, forgiveness,
and plain old fashioned love?"

"My wife is carrying ten pounds of old fashioned love in her
belly." My husband pointed at me. "You ever heard of respect,
fidelity, and oh, yeah, love? It's a two way street."

"You can fix it." Paul stared at my husband. "That's it, after
all this is over, that's the bottom line. She loves you, she made a
mistake and she's been paying for seven months. Maybe she made more,
I don't know. But she's trying to fix it. She just needs you're
help."

My husband didn't say anything, so Paul continued.

"I'm sorry. I told you that, and it's all I got. You wanna punch
me in the nose, I'm right here. I didn't know she was pregnant, but
I'll tell you one thing if Lisa is serious about Angela adopting the
baby, I'm not going to tell you I'm sorry about that. I've been
trying to talk her into adopting for years, if I gotta get beat up,
sued, run out of town on a rail, I don't care. Not if my wife is
going to have a baby."

"Why do you want the baby?" Jack asked Angela finally. He was still
naked, just standing there, and I don't think he realized it. Not
that it really mattered very much anyway.

I held Angela, both of us standing in the middle of that quiet room
Angela was standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders while I wiped
my eyes. She repeated her story in a low voice for my husband. It was
only slightly less emotional than when she'd told it to me, but she
was stronger now, and she had hope finally, growing in my womb. That
helped and by the time she finished I think all of the hostility had
melted away from my husband. He was looking less angry and
more...sympathetic, I think, at least towards Angela. His features had
softened and he offered soft words, apologizing for her experience,
apologizing for circumstance and a man he'd never known.

"You deserve a punch in the nose." Jack told Paul a minute later
and then he looked at me. "What do you want me to say?" He asked.
"That I love you? I forgive you?"

"No." I whispered, shaking my head. "I just want to be your wife
again."

"You always were." He might have smiled then, but I was still
looking down. "Let's go home."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was huge, waddling through the kitchen a week away from my due date.
I could barely sleep at night and I kept my husband up all hours,
asking him to rub my legs, or massage my back, or just to talk to me.
He was good about it, usually, and his sleepy complaints were good
natured. Mostly because once I felt his hands on me, 9 months pregnant
or not, I was instantly horny. It was like my sex drive had gone
through the roof during this final month of my pregnancy.

I liked it on my hands and knees, actually, with my huge tummy hanging
down. It was murder on my back, but for some reason I didn't mind
that pain so much, at least not until later, afterwards. And then I
would complain and accuse my husband of forcing me and he would laugh
and roll his eyes. My breasts were swollen as well, with large brown
nipples that leaked thin milk. Jack would squeeze them while he thrust
his cock inside me, milking me and that always brought me off quickly.
My breasts ached all the time now.

"Here we are!" Angela was coming through the kitchen door, smiling
and beautiful as ever. She'd cut her hair down to her shoulders,
styling it with a French wave, and I gasped when I saw her.

"What did you do?" I let her embrace me, kissing me on the lips and
I felt just the tip of her tongue teasing me.

"Do you like it?" She rolled her eyes upward as if she could see
it. "I thought I'd try the mommy look, you know."

"Mmm..." I smiled. "I like it."

"Hey Angie." Jack walked into the kitchen and opened the
refrigerator. "Have you lost weight?"

"Oh you!" Angela laughed and raised her fist.

"You look great, give me a kiss." Jack grinned and I watched as she
gave my husband a whole lot more tongue than she'd given me.

"Break it up you two." I laughed. "Pregnant woman coming
through." I pushed between them. "Where's Paul?"

"Right here..." Angela's husband answered, coming through the
door.

"And there he is...Come here; give your Aunt Lisa a kiss, big boy!"
I bent down, taking a little breath against the discomfort as Paul put
his son, Paul Jr. on the floor. He was almost two now and he was
finally learning to run farther than 5 or 6 feet without falling down.

I held my arms wide and he was smiling, running into my arms and
falling forward at the last moment, convinced I'd catch him as I
always did. I gave him a hug, kissing his cheeks and smelling his clean
blonde hair. He was handsome as his father, but he had his mother's
eyes, bright and blue and right then they were shining just for me.

"Think fast." My husband tossed Paul a beer and they went outside,
into the backyard to start the grill and talk about whatever it was men
talked about on a sunny summer afternoon.

"He's so beautiful, isn't he?" I looked up at Angela and she
was glowing with pride. "He's going to be dangerous when he grows
up!" I laughed, letting the boy go so he could find the toys we kept
for him in the living room.

"Like his dad, yeah." Angela agreed, her green eyes sparkling with
mischief. She slipped her hand inside my blouse, pressing her palm to
my stomach and the baby inside. "Very dangerous."

the end
rache696@yahoo.com

Blog
Hi, okay some end of story stuff. The ending: I'd finished the story
yesterday as one very long chapter 7 and I wasn't really happy.
There's a lot in this story I'm not happy with, but the ending was
especially rough. I think the revelation of Angela's unfortunate
abortion was really a big bang, bigger than the scene in which Lisa
tells Jack and Paul who the father is. So I had serious thoughts about
rearranging things so that Angela confesses only after Lisa confronts
Jack and Paul, but that was a huge rewrite...So I tried to go around it
with iffy results.

No matter what happened though, the ending confrontation was bound to
be a letdown for some readers, and it was very hard for me to do that
scene without pushing the balance towards Jack dumping Lisa forever, or
just rolling over and taking her back...The balance was very hard to
find, especially since I've never been in that situation. But
that's the fun of writing and I can only hope that Jack would get
enough out of his system, hear at least some of what Paul was trying to
say, and then be moved by Angela enough to realize that he was in love
with Lisa and that he could forgive her. If it worked or not, I'm not
sure, I guess I'll wait and see what people think.

I added the epilogue mostly because I wanted to show that everything
had been resolved. Jack and Paul are at least friendly, if not friends;
Jack and Lisa are very close with Angela, and maybe you noticed Lisa
did not kiss Paul hello. But then I thought, okay so probably there's
some deal about Jack can fuck Angela all he wants, but Lisa and Paul
can never be together again...And that seemed too easy, too resolved
after all the torture. So I added the last bit just to give the
faintest possible hint that maybe the baby in Lisa's stomach was
Paul's...again. Once a cheat always a cheat right? Who knows.

Anyway, now that my experiment is over I can go back to writing the
things I write best. Uh...whatever that is. Thanks for reading. Thanks
for the feedback; I got a lot of good stuff out of this story. Much
more than I normally do, so anyone who thought I was wasting my time
with it, I guarantee that I wasn't. It might not have been as good as
others I've done, but from a purely educational standpoint, I am very
glad I wrote and posted it. It'll benefit me greatly in the future.

rache

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